Chapter 27 - Twenty-Six (2/2)
I almost dropped the Cat under that intense stare, ops.
”Honey, dinner is ready!” I joke, dropping the cat under his feet and looking around. ”And what's up with this mess?”
He sheaths his sword, not before cleaning it up, and knees beside the Cat, checking the body as he simply points to a side of the room.
I go there once Leonel takes off a knife and starts to skin off the Cat. At first I only see a puddle of black ooze and some rags in the middle, but as I get close I see that is actually a leather bag, but instead of contending something in it his opening had many sharp teeth like a mouth and a long tongue stretched out.
What, the bag was a monster in disguise?!
See, the buildings could be monsters too, I'm telling ya, frightening yo!
Jokes aside I throw the bag away in one of the others rooms; with that black ooze I didn't want to try and eat it; and when I came back Leonel had already separated the black pelt of the cat, and cut the meat in pieces.
”You have practice.”
”…”
I take one of the pieces with my shadow, and thinking that he needs them cooked I start a flame inside my throat and try to cook it by spilling fire over it.
With a big TRY in it.
Ding – Hiding Ineptitude discovered – Cook –800
Ding – Title earned – Forbidden from the kitchen
Forbidden from the kitchen – Once people see you TRY to cook once they have a HIGH tendency of forbidding you from: cooking, entering the kitchen, or anything related.
The meat that I was holding didn't even turn to charcoal, is went stray to ashes!
”…”
”…Do you eat ashes?”
”No!”
Leonel looks at me, then at the once meat, and for a slight moment I can see his lips curving and his jaw clenching. He is… he is holding a laugh?! At me?!
I snore, looking away, thinking to never, ever, attempt that again. Leonel checks the kitchen, taking some pots off and utensils, as I quickly gather some wood from the tables and chairs from the other room, breaking them up.
Once I carry them back I see Leonel bringing his sleeves up to his elbows, as he starts to smash a little harmer he found on the meat.
”Put all we have here.” He says and I take off all the food I had.
Opening the windows slightly, I start a small fire with the pile of wood on the metal sink we found, as it was very deep and could keep the warm of a small fire without burning the place up; at least I hoped so.
Once I was done I had nothing to do, so I watched as Leonel cooked. We didn't have spices or anything, only some vegetables, so he cut the carrots, took the leaves off the lettuce and cleaned them under the water, putting all in the pot with some of the water, cutting the meat in small cubes.
Mixing them up it took a while to make the soup boil, but once he is done he covers the fire with another metal pot so it dies down and we go eat in silence at the living room.
”Hm… Is good” I genuinely answer in Elven Tongue, chewing on the meat.
”…Tastes like nothing. No salt.”
…
Well, sorry then, that I'm so used to raw meat that a small mixture like this already appeals to me.
After the meal he insisted that we should go out and look for the exit, but I refused vehemently; with evil thoughts of going alone while Leonel slept; but in the end I had to cover him with my paw and hug him on the sofa so to make sure he wouldn't run away and, in the end, we spend the rest of the day there, recovering with a full belly our tired body and mind.